I was, dropped, in this sort of a quest, I suppose, misplaced, in the labyrinth of depression, and I can’t figure out, what I did, to get myself here in the first place!
Lost, in the labyrinth of depression, these passageways all looked the same, and, unlike Hansel & Gretel, I didn’t have the mind, to store those pebbles, to mark the way I’d come in.
feeling alone, like nobody else in the world understands what you’re going through…not my photograph…
Lost, in the labyrinth of depression, depression draped over me, like those dark clouds over my shoulders, and, each and every morning as I woke, I’d hoped, that I wasn’t, awake yet, wanting to just, sleep the days away, to fast-forward, out of this awful part of my life, but I can’t…
Lost, in the labyrinth of depression, I’d, CLAWED on these ironclad maze walls, and, didn’t even, make a single DENT into these confines! Lost, in the labyrinth of depression, it’s so hard, and there are, better days, when the skies aren’t dark, but the sun still refused to show its face up there in the skies, there’s, just, GRAY, and those are the, better days.
Lost, in the labyrinth of depression, and, all I have as tools, to get myself out, were these, bullshitting pills that the psychiatrist prescribed, a chisel (to see if I can, “drill” my way out), along with, a GUN, guess which I’d thought about using, ten times out of ten???
how depression feels…not my photograph…
Life, the Obstacle Course 